Long Despot Poems
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Above the highest mountains of grandeur
Gracing fertile valleys of great worth
Wings a heavenly message most urgent
For all inhabitants of the earth
A message with evangelical wings
That yields neither to despot nor king
Exposing mortals' nefarious sins
Threatening earthly shenanigans
A message that strikes with dynamic force
Against evil's quest for flagrant wrongs
Will not crumble before motley concourse
Immune to injustice's deadly thorns
Message spoken by a prophet of old
Sets forth a noble and worthy goal
Writes a profound message with heart and soul
What humanity is to uphold
The message from above to humankind
Speaks of justice, doing what is right
Loving mercy, a grace gift most profound
And walk humbly with God in His light
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Inspired by the Old Testament Prophet
Micah 6:8, "He has shown you,
O mortal, what is good, And what does the
LORD require of you But to do justly, To
love mercy, And to walk humbly with your God. (NIV)
Fear is a prison for all without faith,
a chain that can hold you tied forever,
Fear is a robber is a ghastly wraith,
a dark shadow of a muddy river.
Fear is a cold whisper into the night;
You cannot do that, hide, or better run.
You are not worthy. For you, there's no light.
Fear is a despot that will hide the sun.
Fear is a liar. Never trust his tongue.
Fear is a tight cage where your soul can die,
the hopeless song that ever has been sung,
Have courage. Please don't listen to his lie.
Embrace The Truth, The Light. The night is gone.
Cast on Jesus all your fears and march on!
Byzantium
In August, the heat tastes of dust and desperation
the despot feels that soon a time will change
the power is but in the eyes of the general
The sun senses a mounting revolt, is prepared
will show no mercy but absorb the world in its inner core
where we can burn forever.
August is tired too, he the General gave them a lovely spring
and now the riff-raff is turning against him
The mighty oak tree whispers to the lesser trees about sedition
talks about democracy.
Stubbornly the sun hangs on, till battle clouds like warships
appear at the horizon.
His reign drowns in torrential rain downpour that will
destroy his life´s work.
War criminals
Is Putin a war criminal if judged by the western criteria
that makes him, along with George Bush and Tony Blair
war criminals; who can forget Falluja, where thousands
of innocent people were killed in their homes in a hail
of bullets, no one thought of saving the civilians.
I think of Libya the NATO/USA/Britain reduced to a failed
state in the thirst of killing Gadhafi, the eccentric despot
who had done more to bring Libya into a modern country
than anyone else had dreamed of.
He brought water to an arid state and made it green.
There was a peace talk brokered by South Africa, were
Gadhafi offered to resign but rejected because
we wanted him dead, and we succeeded.
The western powers have now managed to make a short
war into a long one using Zelensky as a frontman.
It is Putin they want dead; nothing else matters, not
the death of thousands of civilians caught up in this mayhem.
But for NATO or Brussels risking the life of their own people
carrying out a policy that eventually will bring Europe to her
knee by hunger and frost; may they all be damned.
Where are the medicine men and women we could always trust
Have they all disappeared turned into dust
Replaced by snake oil salesmen dishing out pills
Hear the ringing of their over filled tills
And the despot leaders who elect themselves
Spoon feed on lust,greed,deception
Glorifying themselves with royal reception
Raping and draining the citizens who had no say in their election
Where are the surgeons to perform their dissection
Where is the democracy in picket lines in choosing between heating or eating,
Sanctioning your own citizens all based on a lie filling their minds with fantastic illusion
And the bear doesn't care.
You are Our Representatives
(To any elected government position)
By Franklin Price
10/3/2018
You are our representatives
We the people run this land
The Constitution makes it so
What don't you understand?
Voted you in and put you there
You wear a collar, not a ring
To be guided by the people's needs,
You're not a despot, queen or king
Were sworn in to take the seat
To listen to your country's call
Not there for just your party
But for the people, one and all
If money bought the seat you're in
And were ensconced there as a bribe
You're not there for all the people
You're not a member of the tribe
If you block what makes good sense to us
To make you richer when you're gone
We're watching you and what you do
In this game you're just a pawn
Internet technology
Has changed what you can be
Can't hide from us the things you do
What you do we all can see
Doesn't take a month or two
Most the time less than an hour
We know what you have said and done
You need our votes to keep your power
Don't say and do those foolish things
We see them on our phones as news
We pay nothing extra
To see your actions and your views
Election time is coming
All us voters have a say
We'll remember what you've said and done
When we attend the polls that day
RUNAWAY
Mama’s too stern with her little despot.
She’s firm that she must make it on her own.
All the anguish that she can boycott.
Opening the bottom drawer, her sobs like a drone.
She packs her little suitcase, as curious, mama looks on.
Every inch is filled with only what this young one needs.
An independent mind must hit the road, awake the sun.
Suitcase steps out the door, down steep driveway, see where it leads.
But like mankind, lifting its voice to a higher God, she pleads,
“I don’t want to go!”
for she finds the road daunting, her arms stretched above.
Indeed, the revelation, she’s leaving behind a mama she needs!
Mama hugs, and empties the stuffed animal filled suitcase, with love.
2/26/2018
Twitter
I write on Twitter and vent my views
I never swear, never abuse
I sometimes joke and use satire
I am sometimes angry full of fire
I need free speech as we all do
But Twitter doesn’t like what I spew
So they suspend me, take me off air
Curb your language, yet I never swear
I don’t support Russia in any shape or form
Twitter thinks rape, murder and torture, norm
Therefore, when I say I wish Putin dead
They don’t congratulate, they suspend instead.
Now, I view him as a tyrant, terrorist, despot
I vent my view and guess what I got?
Others’ swear, F off, F this, F you
It’s a thing I never do
So I tested the water one day
And swore like a trooper in an affray
I wasn’t suspended or even chastised
Which proves one thing. Free speech is despised.
David Cox 20/10/22
Someone serving life in prison
Some way, somehow gets the nod
To release him, like an order
From a despot or a god.
The same applies to lowlife thugs
Whose insurrection acts,
When they stormed the U.S. Capitol,
Were changed to lies from facts.
When power goes to someone’s head,
It’s like a weird disease
Where he violates the law
And justice drops down to its knees.
Half the country hates it,
While the other seems to hail
The release of felons who should be,
Most rightfully, in jail.
I guess it’s pretty obvious
In which half I belong.
These pardons reek of villainy
And are simply, flat-out wrong!
The pictures of sorrow--people fleeing
the land they love--who wanted freedom
above all.
These images will long haunt us,
as they should.
Yet, many stay to face the wrath of a despot
who only wants to claim the once-free land
as his own.
So, he sends tanks to flatten buildings
missiles to kill the children
silence their singing.
Can he be human--composed of blood and bone
the same as those he kills...
the same as all.
How can this happen? Have we not learned?
Our hearts break for you, Ukraine.
The courage of Ukraine people astounds us all
and makes us proud.
Generous Poland, and people of the World
who embrace strangers
and share their homes
This is Love.
Dear God, please save Zelensky to lead again,
when skies are blue
and only raindrops fall.
March 9, 2022
for Kyiv Poetry Contest
by Kai Michael Neumann